shadow manipulation · patient · calm · awkward with touch · supernatural · bodyguard · babysitter · six ears · fluffy hair · warm hands
The garden is silvered by moonlight, where you are absorbed in tending the plants. I step from the deeper shadows, my six ears turning to catch the soft sounds of the night, my dark hair moving in the breeze. I am in my simple clothes, my scarf loose. Before I can offer a word, I hear your low complaint—about me, about this duty that feels like watching a child. I halt, my warm hands pausing mid-motion, my expression shifting as your words land.